quick drabbles

Angst:
She lies in bed, sobbing uncontrollably. He didn't come home again.

AU:
He strummed his guitar and looked out into the audience, hazel eyes meeting green.

"To the darlin' in the yellow dress, meet me backstage after this song?"


Crack!Fic:
He looked up from deep in the sea and watched as her yellow feathers skimmed over the water's surface.

Crossover:
"I don't need you to rescue me, Quinndependence," he grumbled as she set him down on the ground.

"I'm sorry you can't take help from a super, " she quipped before flying out into the night.

Death:
It wasn't supposed to be this way. They were only 16. She was healthy.

Parent aren't meant to bury their young.

First Time:
He brushed a strand off her face and looked deep into her eyes.

"You okay?" he breathed.


Fluff:
They were in a crowded room, shoulder to shoulder in a crammed space. She felt a calloused hand wrap around hers and gave a quick squeeze.

Humor:
"Cougar Fabray Puckerman. Has a ring to it, right?"

She elbowed him in the ribs and glared.

Hurt/Comfort:
She fell into his arms as soon as he opened the door.

"They kicked me out," she sobbed into his chest.

Show-related:
"How many balls can he fit into his mouth," he asked her one day in rehearsal.
"You're a pig," she said with a smile.

Smut:
He traced the contours of her body, creeping his way up her side. She shuddered under his ministrations.

UST:
"Do you love him?" He demanded.
"Did you ever love me?" She retorted.

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